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hi, i'm krysta and welcome to my blog... evil chef mom. if you want to know how i came up with such a ridiculous name for a blog click here. anyways... this is a sometimes blog. sometimes it's about food, sometimes it's about crazy ludicrous things that seem to only happen to me, sometimes it's about family. i post about whatever pops into my addled wacked out adhd brain [oh hey! look it's a squirrel!]. if you want to join the crazy train... hop aboard and keep reading. don't say i never warned you!

7/22/08

Owner is distraught. Matter of fact, she spent 6 hours cleaning her kitchen from top to bottom to find said knife, before calling the SKPD (Stockton Kitchen Police Department) Owner says it might have ran away with the cow, spoon, and her wedding ring. Owner is paranoid, might be on drugs. She claims little things are always missing, never to be found again, briefly mentioned about she thinks the house might be haunted or she lives in a Bermuda-like triangle. When Owner calms down, we will conduct a full search of home and surrounding areas with the help of her husband, who seems to think some little sous chefs might have thrown it away on accident. We haven't ruled out the sous chefs as suspects. When we know more we will hold another press conference.

Aw crap. We've lost three--that's right THREE--paring knives in the last 6 months or so. But I know where they've gone. Out the door with my husband to cut the twine off of hay bales, never to be seen again. He is banned from the kitchen. And I don't want to hear any bitching from him, either, when I buy a really nice paring knife for myself and screech like a harpy when he gets near it.

Way back in the day my father-in-law started to prepare dinner and couldn't find his then-really-nice Chicago Cutlery chef's knife. He went to the fridge to find an ingredient and saw a neatly cut cherry-tree limb laden with cherries stuffed into the fridge. From the base of the stairs he called to his son [my husband], "Where's my knife, son?" My husband ran down the stairs, out the door, down the hill, retrieved the knife from the cherry tree, ran back up and handed it to his father.